Tradition

Tradition

The clouds have turned from white to grey, as if sullied by something. The storms and rain are not far away, soon we shall seek shelter from their wrath, but for now we must continue to traverse the planes until the time comes.

I can see people falling behind struggling to keep up with the pace of the group. My concerns fall on deaf ears, the elders must be relinquished, that is the will of the group.

Looking back I can see them slowly grinding to a halt… they know that they won’t survive once the storm hits, but they accept it willingly, gracefully and without question because that’s how it’s always been.

‘Dare I oppose these traditions?’

That is what I say to myself as I am surrounded by the mindless herd. The courage required to speak out is greater than I could ever imagine, but if something doesn’t change eventually someone I care about will be lost.

The traditions of the tribe have been held in such high regard long before I was ever born, but I know I need to make this change. I know I need to face the council and stare down the leaders… I know I must, even at the risk of banishment.
“Why does it have to be this way?”

I can see the eyes of the council members burning with rage, but still I persist.

“Can the strong not carry the weak to a safe haven, even if only to give them a chance to survive?”

“How can we just leave them?”

“What form of monsters are we to let our own kinsmen die like they meant nothing!”

A bellowing roar echoes from the strongest of us all;

“SILENCE!”

“You dare oppose what has allowed us to survive for hundreds of years?”

“You ungrateful whelp.”

As I look on I can feel the eyes of each tribe member glaring at me. Each one more with a disappointing thought.

“What a fool.”

“He will be left behind too for his treason.”

“It’s the end for him now.”

Watching the Benevolent draw his sword meant only one thing, for all those who bore its wrath we guaranteed only one fate…

It seems now is the time to choose…
Die and be free of pain…
Fight on and suffer tides of change…
Live, fight and die for what is right!

Pierced Heart… I Lost.

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Opened Eyes

People fear that which they do not understand, that fear turns to anger and that anger turns to hatred, leaving the world filled with a prejudice that is not understood yet accepted because the alternative is to hard for simple minds to comprehend.

What is the alternative? Acceptance.

We grow up with prejudice thrust on top of us, if we do not conform we will also suffer the same fate and be cast aside like a broken toy.

This morning I saw two acts one of benevolence and the other was so malevolent it made me burn with rage.

A young man was with his daughter who suffered an affliction leaving her debilitated, and unfortunately not long for this world. His eyes held a look of love for his daughter that I have not seen before, so pure and unwavering as if he would sacrifice anything for her, such emotion is rare in this age. We began speaking and he told his story and his views before he had his child, he was frightened and unsure of how he would cope, it would mean giving up his life for this little girl.

He explained when the choice came he made it without hesitation for this very reason.

“No matter what life has been given to you good, bad or indifferent, it is life and it is precious. Everyone deserves the chance for the best life they can have, if I can make this a reality for my daughter then I will because making her as happy as she can be will be the most rewarding and perfect life for me that I could everever ask for. If I can do this for her with the time she has left then I have no regrets, no matter the sacrifice.”

This moved me to the point of tears, such a selfless act was rare and warmed my heart, what followed took me to the very edge of my control.

What can only be described as a vile creature of a man walked past with his equally devolved partner glaring at the pair because the man’s daughter was becoming restless uttering words so cruel and spiteful I cannot bring myself to repeat them. I felt an anger overcome me and I burned with rage leaving my table I was on the verge of losing control, I felt a gentle touch on my arm and as I turned the man said toto me, “let it go, they are not worth the effort and if you drop to their level they have already won.”.

His words calmed me enough to let the walk away, he truly did not care what people said Because in the end it didn’t matter. Shortly after he left with his daughter, It’s fair to say that seeing all of this has opened my eyes to just how narrow minded we really are and if one day we can all have a ounce of the humility that this made had the world would be a much better place.

Reforging Flames

After many years of wandering through the wastelands and decaying world the fallen champion find a suspicious looking dark castle, as he approaches the screams of the tortured can be heard through the wailing winds, still undeterred he continues to approach.

Standing at the castle gates he stares up at their malevolent grandeur, a haunting aura surrounds this place, drenched in pain and suffering with the reeking stench of fear exuding from those inside its walls.

The gates open and all that can be seen is a black hole of despair waiting to swallow those weak enough to blink in its presence, without hesitation and nothing more than the sword stained with his own blood clutched in his hand he entered.

The gates slam behind him, he does not look back, to look back would provide nothing but more darkness. Walking through the dark and dank courtyard various eyes watch him while cowering in the shadows.

Death is circling this castle and all who inhabit it, he thinks. He continues through unfettered by these afflictions for they were blessings compared to what he had suffered. Entering the dark castle chambers he sees nothing but more shadows and dust. 

“Tell me stranger, what possessed you to step into the unknown and grace us with your presence?” A voice from the shadows asked. 

“Knowledge” he replied.

“A wise man will seek knowledge to help those who need it and heed the warnings of others because of dangerous potential of knowledge, a fool will seek knowledge for personal gain a.d ignore the cautions that others of which speak. Which are you?” A second shadowed voice says.

“Neither, I seek knowledge to free me of my past. I seek knowledge so that I can share the secrets so that they are not lost in time and kept by those selfish enough to hoard them.” The fallen one said with conviction.

“A fall from grace you have suffered, the pain we see lies deep. You are worthy to be reborn. There will be pain beyond pain that is  price for this gift we offer you.” Said from the shadows behind him.

“Then I will scream loudly.” He answers. 

Dropping the blade he held so tight throughout his journey and opening his arms to embrace the shadows he is surrounded, engulfed by them. These were mere babies of darkness compared to the feelings he had left in the sleeping forest.

The shadows surrounding him dissipated and he stood in a dark armour forged by these entities and brandished a blade that was the embodiment of his past. The price of this was simple, to relinquish his paladin heart and accept the heart of chaos…. 

“Do you accept?” They asked.

“Yes” pierced through the heart with the blade he dropped, the blade that bore his blood, blinding pain radiated from within. His screams are a chilling sound even to those tortured souls who had resided in the castle for centuries.

The pain resides and the deep is done. He was no longer a fallen champion but a Knight of Chaos.

Leaving the castle the once noble champion walks into the night but not as he was before, now he was more than he once was. He would bring suffering to all who caused it and bring balance once again to his life, the start of a new journey had begun.